Praise (6)
Ariel was on all fours in a cat pose, her hips thrust high into the air.
Her arched back traced an elegant, fluid curve. Pressing her upper body flat against the floor while lifting only her rear demanded real flexibility. For all that her enormous, cow-like breasts made her look clumsy, Ariel was surprisingly limber.
Lowen gazed at her rear entrance, which puckered and winked like a goldfish’s mouth. Lotion was already dripping out in thick strands. If he pushed in now, he would be able to harvest pure, rapturous pleasure.
He started to rise so he could bury his cock in her ass.
“W-wait a second…!”
Still spreading her cheeks to display her anus, Ariel clapped both hands over the lotion-slick hole and scrambled up.
“Today I was supposed to be the one moving…”
She climbed back on top of him—not settling her full weight down, but squatting over his cock. Reaching behind herself, she wrapped her fingers around his erect shaft and lined the head up against her asshole. Lotion clinging to the wrinkled rim stretched into sticky threads across the glans.
“I-I’m putting it in…!”
Ariel swallowed hard, steeling herself. Last time she had been passive; this time she was taking the lead. Fear knotted in her lower belly. Her whole body trembled. At the same time, anticipation made her heart hammer.
She slowly lowered her hips.
—Squelch.
The plump head forced her lotion-soaked anus open and sank inside.
“Hnnn… uuuuh…”
Her sphincter yielded by degrees. Even after the bead plug had loosened her, pain still came with it. Compared to the first time, though, it went in far more easily. Already more than half of him was swallowed.
Squatting, Ariel kept sinking her hips. Her thighs quivered violently. Watching that pitiful sight, a sadistic urge welled up from deep inside Lowen. He didn’t particularly lean that way, yet Ariel possessed a cuteness that made him want to torment her.
It was a dangerous impulse for both of them, but he pretended it was an accident and gave her left ankle a little shove.
“Huh…? Hiiiiiik…!”
Her squat collapsed. The cock that had been hovering at the entrance plunged all the way to the bend of her rectum.
“Aaaah… ahhh… ah…”
Stiff as a frog impaled on a skewer, Ariel stared blankly into empty air with startled eyes. Silver flecks of light flashed across her vision. As the sparks faded, tears welled in her violet irises.
“Hic… hic… uuuuh… waaah…”
She burst into tears. Scorching pain flooded her guts and swirled through her lower belly.
“Hnnngh… y-you did that… you did that on purpose…!”
Sobbing, she pounded her fists against Lowen’s chest. Of all the pains in the world, the worst was the unexpected kind. Merely stretching her sphincter had already been almost more than she could bear; she had never imagined she would also take a glans-punch straight to the end of her rectum. It hurt so badly her consciousness nearly flew out of her body and she almost fainted on the spot.
“You’re so mean…! Bishop Lowen… you’re so mean…!”
She battered him with soft little fists like cotton balls. Watching Ariel cry and rage was so adorable it felt like he had discovered an entirely new kink. Maybe he really did lean this way after all?
“Hic… d-do you know how much that hurt… uuuuh…”
She wiped her tears. Lowen pulled her into his arms.
“I’m sorry, Saintess.”
He patted her back.
“You were simply too cute. I couldn’t help teasing you.”
Still sniffling, Ariel lifted her eyes and glared up at him.
“……Say that one more time.”
Her lips, sticking out like a baby chick’s beak, twitched. The sulky expression said I’m angry. She clearly thought she looked intimidating, but even that face was adorable. Resisting the urge to pinch her cheeks, Lowen apologized again.
“I teased you without meaning to. I’m sorry.”
“No.”
She poked his cheeks with her fingertips.
“Say the exact same words you said first. Not a single syllable different. Word for word, nice and clear.”
Though he looked puzzled by the fierce demand, Lowen complied and repeated the original line.
“You were simply too cute. I couldn’t help teasing you.”
“One more time.”
“You were simply too cute. I couldn’t help teasing you.”
“Again.”
“You were simply too cute. I couldn’t help teasing you.”
The corners of Ariel’s mouth curled upward.
“Hnnn, I see. So Bishop Lowen thought I was cute enough that he just had to tease me.”
She giggled. The anger had already melted away, yet she still puffed out her cheeks, trying to hide the smile.
“But you were still really naughty.”
“I’m sorry.”
She had been genuinely startled, yet if she was honest, it had felt good. When that deep punch landed inside her rectum, she had tasted the strongest pleasure she had ever known.
Ariel wore a sly little-devil smile.
“If you’ve done something wrong, you have to repent, right?”
The word repent made him flinch. She meant the present offense, of course. But what rose in Lowen’s mind were the sins of days long past. A slimy, moss-like emotion clung to his thoughts. Just before it could smother him completely, Ariel’s playful whisper snapped him back.
“I’ll forgive Bishop Lowen’s sin if you praise me.”
“Pardon? Praise?”
“Yes. Keep calling me cute until I tell you to stop.”
Desire dressed up as penance—her own craving peeking through. If praise could truly erase sin, how wonderful that would be. He would gladly whisper flattery to God until his tongue went numb: I am forever saved by Your light, and other such empty compliments. But sin was never so easily forgiven. A fitting price always had to be paid.
Lowen let out a quiet snort of laughter.
“Why are you laughing? I’m serious. Until you keep saying I’m cute, Bishop Lowen gets no forgiveness.”
The Saintess’s generous heart had already forgiven him. Her anger had long since vanished. The lingering ache in her lower belly actually felt pleasant.
“Very well. If that will earn me the Saintess’s forgiveness.”
He pulled her tightly against him and whispered against her ear.
“You’re cute.”
Ariel’s face flushed scarlet.
“Those big eyes are cute. That neat little nose is cute. Those plump lips are cute.”
The stimulation was stronger than expected. Every time Lowen’s gentle voice tickled her ear, Ariel let out a soft “haaah” of breath. He continued, weaving in lewd details.
“Those full, heavy breasts are cute. The pink areolas swelling at their tips are cute. Those stiff little nipples twitching and standing at attention are really cute. And the Saintess’s clean little asshole is shaped so adorably too.”
Tomato-red, Ariel clapped both hands over his mouth.
“S-stop! Stop stop!”
Hearing such filthy words in that low, handsome voice was more than her mind could handle. Her whole body itched. Her heart pounded, and her womb pounded right along with it.
“Th-that’s enough now…!”
The anus gripping his cock clenched tight.
“Uuuuh… ahh…”
She kneaded both ears that still held the warmth of his breath.
“Already satisfied? It still seems like you need more.”
He brought his lips back to her ear.
“Ahhh… i-it’s enough, I said…!”
If she kept hearing how cute she was, her heart might actually burst. At the cathedral she had heard those words until she was sick of them—pretty, cute, they were practically greetings. But hearing them from Bishop Lowen felt so good she wanted to thrash a pillow in delight.
“Haaah…” Ariel tried to calm her racing chest. She made the sign of the cross and laid a hand on Lowen’s head.
“I, Ariel Violet, beneath the moonlight of God, forgive this man’s sins.”
A religious form of absolution.
“……Thank you.”
A strange feeling. Looking at that benevolent smile, he almost believed he really had been saved.
“Well then…”
The Saintess’s face shifted back into that of a lewd little bitch.
“Sh-shall we keep going?”
Lying atop Lowen, Ariel grunted and pushed herself up. She rubbed her lower belly. A massive foreign presence still filled her insides to bursting.
“Up we go…”
Bracing her hands on his chest, she rose onto the balls of her feet and squatted again.
Ariel began to rock her hips slowly up and down.
—Squelch, squelch.
Every time she moved, the lotion packed inside her rear was squeezed against his cock, producing filthy wet sounds.
“Haaang… ahh…”
She diligently stroked him with her asshole. Each sway of her hips set her huge breasts bouncing and rolling. Like a conductor’s dazzling hands, her two nipples traced graceful arcs as they danced.
“Ahn… ahn… ahn… haah…”
Ariel’s rear hole truly was a masterpiece. It felt as if several tight rings were coiling around his shaft. Her sphincter clamped the root hard while the walls clung snugly to every inch. The sticky viscosity of the lotion inside only heightened the pleasure. The wet schlick-schlick that accompanied every movement was pure auditory bliss. And the faint scent of sweat mixed with her skin was intoxicatingly fragrant.
Of the five senses, four—sight, hearing, smell, and touch—were feasting to satiety on pleasure. Taste alone was left out. Had he saved a nation in a past life? To receive a hip-job from the ass of a doll-like lovely girl, a woman revered by every priest of the Lumina Church, a Saintess…
“Ah… haang… B-Bishop Lowen’s thing… is the best… aaahn…”
Her bouncing grew faster. Having adapted to his thickness, she could move more freely. Emboldened, Ariel sank all the way down and took every last inch.
—Slap.
Her plump ass smacked against his flesh, and the hard glans punched the end of her rectum once more.
“Ook…!”
A stupid little cry slipped out; she instantly covered her mouth with both hands. That moan had been far too vulgar. Moans were already embarrassing, but she wanted them to sound at least prettily embarrassing.
—Schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick.
Mouth still covered, she kept rocking her hips.
“Mmph…! Mmph…! Nnngh…!”
She still wasn’t ready for repeated glans-punches. Bracing again on his chest, she resumed the bouncing.
—Jingle, jingle.
Every time her massive breasts swung, the little bell on her collar rang irregularly. The continuous friction gradually softened the tight folds of her anus. She felt as if something might come out. Since she had cleaned thoroughly earlier, it was probably just the lotion trying to escape.
“Haaang… the deep thrusts… feel so good… haaaang…”
Goosebumps raced down her spine. Every time a spark of pleasure stabbed her lumbar vertebrae, she clenched her ass harder.
“Nngh! Ahn! Ahn! I-I… can’t… can’t stop…!”
She moved even more violently. Her mind went soft and fuzzy. Pleasure piled up at terrifying speed. Her whole body warned that a fierce climax was about to storm through her, yet she could not stop. The joy of being completely joined made her so happy.
“Haaang… B-Bishop Lowen… I-I… I’m gonna… I’m gonna cummm…!”
The climax curve shot upward in an instant. The tip of the curve climbed to the absolute limit of pleasure and was about to explode.
“Kh!”
Lowen poured thick ropes of semen deep into her rear. The heavy, viscous load filled her belly and even reverse-flowed into her colon.
“Hnnn… aaahn… Lowen… Bishop Lowen… Bishop Lowen… haaaaaaang…!”
A ferocious orgasm crashed through Ariel’s insides. Her waist writhed and trembled. Goosebumped flesh on her ass rippled. The toes that had barely been supporting her shook violently. Her pussy sprayed climax fluid in a long gush.
“Ugh…”
She toppled forward onto him.
—Schloooorp, pop!
His cock slipped free of her loosened anus with a cheerful sound.
—Blurt! Bluuuurt!
Her rear hole made filthy noises as it vomited lotion mixed with semen.
“Haa… haaah…”
She wanted to cover Lowen’s ears so he wouldn’t hear that vulgar trumpet blast, but her arms had no strength left. In the end he heard every last sound of her asshole expelling cum.
“Uuu…”
Mortified, Ariel hid her face behind both hands.
“Hoo… Saintess.”
Breathing out heated air, Lowen called to her.
“Uuuh?”
She peeked at him through her fingers.
“I want to do it one more time.”
At his honest request she stared blankly for a moment, then grinned.
“This time will Bishop Lowen do the moving?”
She would have preferred to keep moving herself, but her waist had no strength left.
“Understood.”
He shifted their positions, laying her down and flipping her so her ass faced the ceiling.
—Schlick.
He drove his cock back into the cum-bubbling hole.
“Hwaaaaang…!”
Ariel let out a sweet, nasal cry.
—Slap slap! Schlick! Schlick!
Kneading her premium breasts as if milking them, he pounded her hips hard. They praised each other’s bodies while mating like beasts. At climax her walls clamped down and wrung his cock dry. He emptied every last drop of sperm from his balls into her ass. The rapturous sensation of release made Lowen collapse.
“Hoo……”
“Haa…… haaah……”
He freely groped her breasts while savoring the languid afterglow.
“Suck.”
He took one of her nipples into his mouth and suckled. He simply wanted to.
“Haaah……”
Ariel offered no resistance. Instead she cradled her breast like a nursing mother and pressed it more easily to his lips. Those cow-like udders looked ready to give milk, yet no milk could be drawn from the virgin breasts of a Saintess. What did flow into his dry mouth was the lukewarm divine power that filled her like a sacred reservoir.
The wet sucking sounds eventually faded. Exhausted from the fierce sex, the two of them clung to each other’s bodies—sticky with lotion and sweat—and fell into a sleep as deep as a faint.